"He let his body fall back against the couch. "If only your mother was here..."Daddy would have had a coronary if I had told the truth. Those four had...all been with the same person, my French teacher, who had already upped my grade from C- to A- and if I let him fuck me, it would become A+. And the blowjob was really a sixty-nine. Plus, the French teacher was not my only experience. Not by a mile. But that wasn't the worst of it. That teacher was not 'one of our kind'. And believe me, in our. .. believe me Caroline your Mum could have been a page three girl!”‘Oh my God’ whispered the stunned yet bizarrely sexually animated Caroline once again, only too aware of the terrible yet o exciting throbbing between her legs ... oh how she would have loved it to be her standing there that day instead of her Mother!“What a sight your Mum made Caroline, her fantastic tits and well trimmed pussy hair were displayed Just for us and jeez, her legs were even spread a little ... and then she said it. " Marie shut off the water and started wringing her blouse out. "Right?"Eddie shifted to watch her cleavage jiggle and dance as she rung out the blouse. "Uh, yeah. My dad's going to pick me up in three hours."Marie turned and shook out the blouse. From Eddie's view he lost sight of her cleavage, and he shifted around until he could see a small slice of her profile. He rocked back and forth to take in every inch of her huge breast. God damn, those are huge!"Three hours?" Marie paused. "I guess I. ’ God, how she despised that word. It was such a rude, hateful insult. Hell, they might as well call her a nigger.Well, "Bec mon chu, redneck," she shouted into the night. "You can all kiss my fine coon-ass."Though a Cajun, a newcomer and no brain in the classroom, she'd won almost everything worth having in high school. Everything, that is, except Homecoming Queen. “I’d have won that, too,"” she muttered, “if it hadn’t been for that damn Amy Marshall.”Every time she tried for anything, Amy.